CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
GIVING IN OR FIGHTING?
My grandfather didn’t wait for my answer. He simply asked the question, told me that there might be another way to do this, but it didn’t need to be discussed right away, and then he left.
The similarities between him and my mother amazed me.
She knew a side of my grandfather I didn’t want to know. The cruel tyrant, the raging abuser, the manipulative narcissist. And I knew I shouldn’t trust him the way I did. After all, he was indirectly responsible for my father’s death.
But there was just something about him that pulled me in. Whether it was my darkness resonating with his, or more in line with my mom’s warning that he was dangerous at using his charisma to suck people into line with his desires, I did not know.
I wanted to be the one so
